I am old frustrated thought
I look into my once eagle eyes
and find them dim before my dead mother,
I see through clouded egg whites with days
passing by like fog feathers.
I trip over old experiences and expressions,
try hard to suppress them or revisit them;
I'm a fool in my damn recollections,
not knowing what to keep and what to toss out--
but the dreams flow like white flour and deceive
me till they capture the nightmare of the past images
in a black blanket wrapped up and wake me before my psychiatrist.
I only see this nut once every three months.
It is at times like these I know not where I walk
or venture. I trip over my piety and spill my coffee cup.
I seek sanctuary in the common place of my nowhere life.
It is here the days pass and the years slip like ice cubes--
solid footing is a struggle in the socks of depression.
I am old frustrated thought; passing by like fog feathers.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, IL, USA
Michael Lee Johnson lives in Itasca, IL. after spending 10 years
ReplyDeletein Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Vietnam War era. He is a
freelance writer and poet. He has been published in USA, Canada,
New Zealand, Australia, Scotland, Turkey, Fuji, Nigeria, India,
United Kingdom, Thailand, and Malaysia. Michael Lee
Johnson is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc and Directory of American
Poets & Fictions Writers: http://www.pw.org/. He is a member of The
Illinois Authors Directory. Illinois Center for the Book:
http://www.illinoiscenterforthebook.org/directory.html
He has published 145 poems in 2007 to date. He is the author of: The
Lost American: From Exile to Freedom.
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7.
The book is also listed at Amazon.com, & Barnes & Noble. Visit his
website at: http://poetryman.mysite.com. He edits Poetic Legacy, http://www.poetriclegacy.mysite.comand
Birds By My Window: Willow Tree Poems at
http://birdsbywindow.blogspot.com.
Good one
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